An Unknowing Escape
A cool breeze softened the early morning in a buzzing airport; the rays of the sun exploding from behind the air traffic control tower and black shadows of enormous flying metal birds glided across the terrain. Giant engines revved, loud commands being shouted, and a constant humming of general white noise made it difficult to hear at the Unova Region Airport. A young man, in his late teens, was carrying luggage like a pack mule around the airport as his eyes scoured the gate numbers. He seemed to be in a hurry, but not late enough to break out in a run; only frantic. The boy kept searching and wet his lips in nervous impatience.
He finally saw his gate number; with eyes locked he b-lined for a seat. Setting his bags down he took a deep breath in, brushed back his black curly hair, and sighed. The boy sat and rubbed his eyes, bumping a Pokeball attached to a string around his neck with his wrists. He kept it their not only for safe-keeping at the airport, it was his prize and he wanted to show the world of his accomplishment. Next to him a girl with long, braided pigtails and a fair, soft face took notice of this and commented, “What a nice necklace.” The boy stopped rubbing and relaxing and cleared his throat to reply. “Thanks... it's my first.”
“Your first what?”
“Oh, my first Pokemon.”
The girl's eyes opened with interest and said, “Wait... it's real?!” The surprise and astoundment in her voice intrigued the boy and he looked down at the Pokeball and smiled solemnly.
“Yes, it's very real... would you like to see him?” The girl's eyes glittered and she smiled with joy nodding her head profoundly.
The boy pushed the small button on the Pokeball to enlarge it and again to open the contraption. The ball popped open with a digitalizing noise and a white film appeared and landed on the ground. The white rematerialized in the shape of a small dog and large fluff on its chest and head. The dog shook its head, then its body and almost resembled a small tiger.
“Her name is Nike, she's my Growlithe.” Nike yipped and looked up at the girl wooing over the adorable Pokemon. Tongue out, panting, tailing wagging, the girl had no control over herself and awed and heart throbbed, over-complimented and was too polite and afraid to ask to hold the Pokemon. The boy did it for her, “Would you like to hold her? She loves people.” The girl vigorously shook her head and reached out for the Pokemon. Nike leaped up into her lap and sat, panting and wagging her tail. The girl pet Nike across the head and scratched her side in adornment.
The boy looked at Nike with bliss, then looked up at the girl and said, “My name is Liam.” He extended his arm for a formal introduction and the girl complied. Grasping his hand and shaking it she replied, “Mine is Lady.” She giggled almost at the fact that her name is always an ice-breaking joke after introducing herself to people, but Liam simply smiled and said,
“It's a pleasure to meet you Lady.”
“I believe Nike enjoys your company as well.”
“Hah!” Lady exclaimed, continually petting Nike, “It's MY pleasure to meet her.”
They sat quietly for a few moments admiring Nike and the company of another person. Lady looked up at Liam and asked, “So where did you get her?”
“Oh,” Liam said looking down at the happy-go-lucky Growlithe remember times passed, “it's a long story; I was younger and my family and I moved to a new town, so my parents set me up with a professor in the new town we were living, but the professor ran out of the usual Pokemon to give out. My mother came home that evening with a Growlithe for me. I accepted Nike and we have been bonding since. We've gone through some hard times, so many trifling blunders, and so many wonderful adventures...”
Liam's Celtic green eyes were lost in nostalgia and Lady wowed at the lighthearted tale. She looked back down at Nike who was greatly enjoying the head scratch being given by Lady; tongue out and eyes closed Nike was in a blissful state. “You know,” Lady started saying as she reached for something in her back pocket, “I have a Pokemon too!” She opened her hand and held a small Pokeball. She enlarged it with the button and open then ball, releasing a bright white light and rematerializing into the shape of a small humanoid creature. The Pokemon shined white and a pale Easter green; it was shy and hid slightly behind Lady.
“Her name is Missy, she's my Ralts.” Lady smiled and rubbed her hand behind Missy's head comforting her shyness. “She was a gift from my Mother a few years back for my birthday. It was the best day of my life and it was the best gift I have ever received!” She giggled as she finished the sentence and looked at Missy, who with her psychic powers felt Lady's joy and amusement and smiled back, coming out from behind her a bit now a little more comfortable. Liam smiled at the story and was about to say something, but was interrupted by a woman over the intercom calling for passengers to start boarding the flight.
“We better get going.” Liam said.
“Yes, we must”
“So this plane is going to Kanto, whats there for you Lady?”
“Oh, merely business... what about yourself? Not often a young trainer goes to Kanto with a new-ish Pokemon.”
Liam gave a quick 'hah' through his nose and looked out at the plane. “We're going to start training there, like all the trainers of old used to do, kind of symbolic- what we're doing.. but it feels right.” Liam looked at Lady with a completely humble smile. Lady looked back, then down and smiled fittingly.
They boarded the plane and were about to take off. Everything was going smoothly: no ice, gas tanks full, skies clear, flying Pokemon out of area, no planes coming in or leaving at the same time, and everyone got onto the plane efficiently and quickly. Liam sat down, now with his Growlithe in its ball as the Pokeball sign was on next to the 'no smoking' and 'seat belts'. He saw Lady was only sitting a few seats away and down the aisle with an open seat next to her. He thought, 'maybe once the plane is up in the air, and we're allowed to move, I might be able to sit next to her and continue our conversation'.
The plane started up with ease and before any of them knew it they were all off in the air flying from one continent to another continent Liam relaxed himself as they were taking off and waited patently for the glowing signs to turn off with a 'bing' so he could do as he pleased, however, he accidentally slipped off into a dream.
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Liam felt a bump... then another more rough bump... then he felt a few more; they were happening in quicker succession. Liam was thrown into the seat in front of him and he woke up with a face full of plastic seat covering. Liam's eyes were wide open, he heard alarms sounding, people screaming, the engines roaring, but mostly the wind howling and screeching in his ears. The plane had been torn in two and only a few seats above where Lady was sitting a gaping hole lay wide open to suck anyone who hadn't been strapped properly to their seats away into oblivion. The scene was terrifying; Liam witnessed people, strangers, be ripped from their seats and thrown into the outside, surely to be doomed. Even though he had not known a single person he felt a connection to them, pity, fear, hope, he wasn't sure, only that there was a connection. But that won't save his life, he needed to save himself somehow. He searched around him momentarily until he heard a maniacal laugh. A laugh you don't hear everyday, a laugh that screamed “I am evil, I take joy from misery, I am mistrustful and horrible, fear me!” Liam looked up to see Lady standing in the isle, gripping a seat fiercely, with her Ralts floating next to her with a psychic blue outline controlling her and Lady's falling in the plane. Liam felt confused, betrayed, murdered, and vengeful, but his biggest feeling was worry... about Nike. He looked down at his Pokeball as it bumped and wiggled in the wind. How was he going to save the last thing his mother ever gave him.